It started at bedtime. Charlotte went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. 'Who's shaved?' she shouted. Bizarre question I thought, given she and I don't shave, Marcel and Léon are too young and to my knowledge Thomas doesn't know what a razor is on a Saturday or Sunday. So that ruled out everyone in the house. 'The sink is full of hair' she elaborated. Marcel then appeared in the doorway - his hair approximately 3-4cm all over, except around his fringe where it had mysteriously shrunk to 0.5cm. 'Mum, can I maybe go to the hairdresser's this week' he asked nonchalantly. Normally I have to drag him to the hairdresser moaning his face off so asking is unheard of. I immediately noticed what it was he wanted correcting and asked for an explanation. 'Well it was getting too long and tickling my eyebrows so I cut it with some scissors', he told me, ' but I am too short to see in the bathroom mirror so I just cut it without looking!' Give me strength! Cutting it even if he could see would have been crazy but blindly? Oh well... I guess his school mates' laughter tomorrow might be enough to stop any recurrence in the future of this folly.
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